Recap: Part Four.
Well, Trinity and Archer are finally getting along, but how long will it last? Keèrie has explained to Trinity the prophecy. But how does her dad have anything to do with the fact that she will have to become a vampire? And soon! And what other secret's are lurking in the past?
Dum-Dum-Dummm...
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"Arghh, this is so stupid why do I have to be the chosen one?" I whined, whilst Archer raced around the kitchen, I think he was attempting to make pancakes. I leant my head on the counter with my hands folded on my lap.
"Hey there girl." Taylor waltzed into the room and sat on a stool beside me, "And what the hell is going on with Archer?" Taylor followed Archer with his eyes as he made me breakfast.
"I'm playing strip poker, what the hell do you think I'm doing!" Archer paused long enough to respond to Taylor before me.
Taylor settled back into his stool and looked at me with admiration clearly in his eyes, "Whoa kiddo how did you get him to do that?"
I smirked but continued to stare blankly at the counter, Archer stopped again to look at his friend, "You don't want to know mate, trust me."
"Hey Taylor what time is it? I cant find any clocks in here." I looked to Tyler. "Care to explain."
"It's quarter to five in the morning and you wont find any clocks because we don't need them really. Being vampires you get a natural alarm clock inside of you telling you when its dawn and dusk, basically a defence thing and the sun. New borns are very light sensitive for the first couple of years, that's where the myths come from I suppose. But I was born into it so I didn't have that kind of problem." He grinned.
My eyebrow twitched up in confusion, "How were you born into this? I thought you become a vampire by being bitten, not born. Isn't that the werewolf thing, bitten and born."
Taylor grinned again, "We are very much the same, although we are the more civilised of the pair and we still exist. But I wont get into that yet. Yes, we can bite you and turn you, but there are also some of us that are born into it. Vampire fertility is very low though, the king and queen were very lucky to have children. We can all still reproduce, even those that were bitten, but fertility rate is low. The female of our species only ovulate every couple of years, whereas us males are always ready. And very, very willing." He winked and I couldn't help the little gasp of laughter that escaped me, "Now, if we want to turn anyone all we have to do is drain you of your blood. Not too much but enough to let the change happen, there's a trick to it. But after all that we have to feed you our blood and then wait. It's usually all over within a few hours, but in those first few hours you'll need to feed. Continuously." I didn't like the sound of that, "Now back to the Werewolf thing, well they don't exist anymore. We killed them all off in a war a long time ago. So you wont have to worry about some nasty monsters coming to take you away during the night." Archer froze immediately, and I glared at Taylor, "The Lycans however are an other story. They are more civilised than their cousins and we allowed them to live through the slaughtering of the Were's. They all disappeared into a different dimension though, not too long ago. I don't think I've smelt one for some time now." He smiled.
"Nor have I, it's a blessing for my abused nose." Archer wrinkled his nose, then went back to running around the room.
"So they are real, I mean. The whole Werewolves and shape shifters thingy is real." I let out a huff of air and settled back into my chair, "Whoa." Then something clicked in the back of my head and my attention returned to Archer. I still needed to ask him about the 'I cant loose another one, I just cant' moment upstairs earlier. I watched him closely evaluating everything, but there was nothing to conclude. He was the same as he was the day before and the day before that. The green eyes sprinkled with black flecks here and there, that made them darken in different lights. His black hair was ruffled artistically and locks of it fell into his eyes every so often, he flicked them away with a pale hand. He was the same Archer, the same vampire that had kidnapped, no. The same vampire that had saved me from Kaine and Alex.
